Raised with Magic
Chapter Twenty-two: The Hat
Mum had to go to a potions conference and coincidently Dad had a meeting with some guy in Ireland about the paper. This landed Luna and I at the Weasleys for the weekend. Not that we are complaining.
Luna and I had almost ruined the twin's fun when we arrived. Mrs. Weasley nearly caught them when she went looking for them so that they would know that we were here. Luna saved whatever plan was in the works with a well faked coughing fit. We didn't know the plan, only that one was happening. The house had that feel that was always around when the twins were up to something. Luckily, no one seems to ever feel it but Luna and I. Luna's better than I at noticing.
As Luna was enduring Mrs. Weasley's fuzzy mothering qualities, I ran upstairs to find, warn and save them. They were doing something in Ron's room, but I didn't care to give them or what they were doing a second glance. "Look innocent!" I ordered running back downstairs at the fastest speed I could without risking getting caught.
I wasn't caught and as I snuck into the kitchen I felt bad for Luna who was being forced to drink an unknown liquid. For her part my sister played it out for a few minutes longer as I lingered patiently in the doorway.
When Mrs. Weasley got us upstairs the twins were playing exploding snap and she seemed disappointed at not catching them in the act of something. Which I found odd, shouldn't she be pleased to find her sons seemingly up to nothing?
"So, what were you doing?" I asked once their mother had left.
"Moving everything in Ron's room-"
"-five inches to the left."
"That sounds like something minaftapods would do." Luna commented lightly, flickering back and forth from our world and her own. From the sounds of things, I don't think she likes minaftapods, which meant that she did not approve.
"Actually it seems amazingly annoying and entirely passive." I could only imagine how annoying it would be for Ron. I wonder how long it will take him to notice.
"We need new material!"
"We need something awesome."
"Something no one knows how we managed awesome."
"We could always ask the pigmys to help us."
"Luna, aren't the pigmys in Germany this time of year?" I asked not bothering to move from where I laid on George's bed with my head hanging off the side and upside down.
"Only the Turkish pigmys. The other breeds are still in the area." Luna clarified easily and I actually thought back to confirm. She was right, according to Dad's article two weeks and some days ago.
"As fascinating as this is ladies," Fred started.
"We need something big,"
"new,"
"brilliant,"
"Absolute Magic."
"We should do something to fit the season." I added looking out the window at the fluffy snowfall.
"Alright," George answered, pacing in a very good image of his father.
I cocked my head to watch George, even though my head was still upside down. "Festive then." Fred spoke from where he sat Indian style on his bed. He too was watching George pace.
"But what?" The three of us spoke as one. Luna grinned.
"Hermione could use her magic." My sister offered simply. "That way it wont be linkable to us. You had said you wanted no one to be able to know how we managed."
I liked the plan. With the only Weasley's in the house who knew in the room and Bill and Charlie at Hogwarts, there would be no way for us to get busted. "I like the change of roles. I'm the magic. You lot can have fun being the brains." I was smirking but they didn't seem to care.
"We need something random."
"So we will,"
"resort to the hat!"
Luna didn't seem to mind, but I rolled my eyes. It always amazed me how often we would turn to 'the hat'. One would think It would limit us, but really it did produce our best ideas.
"fingers first." On Fred's signal we all held up an amount of fingers. Fred had gone for one. George chose seven. Luna and I had both picked three.
"Three it is then." George declared, finding 'the hat' which was really a pink frilly Easter basket. Months ago we had filled the basket with hundreds of slips of paper each having a random word on it.
"Mug." Luna read on one of the three to be pulled out.
"Tunes."
"Glow in the dark." I read, shooting a fake glare at Fred, "learn how to count."
"Yeah, yeah, more fun this way. Anyways, what prank can we create inspired by these words."
"obviously, we are enchanting mugs." I stated.
"To sing!" Luna piped in.
"And to glow in the dark!" The red haired ones sang out in a horrible key.
"You would think random words would create something more exciting."
"Or at least with a less strict interpretation." I agreed.
Since our prank could really double as good season fun, we needed to find the right targets. These targets ended up being Ron and Mrs. Weasley. It was almost late, but not yet and the pair was in the kitchen making hot chocolate. The four of us were in the sitting room. Fred and George were stationed at a half played chess board with Luna 'watching' and my copy of Pride and Prejudice sat on the couch and ready to act as my alibi.
It had taken five hours for us to work out how to make the magic work. After the first five broken mugs it became extremely apparent that we were all glad I knew my own version of 'reparo'.
Within a span of forty-five seconds I charmed the mugs and once I raced to the couch, Fred used the trigger he and George had set to cut the lights. Right when the lights died, the singing began.
There was a crash and one song died, but the other kept bellowing. All four of us set off to the kitchen and Mr. Weasley was quick to follow. The five of us couldn't stop laughing at the glowing mug that sang through giant lips that reminded me of The Rolling Stones that one of Jared's tee shirt displayed.
That night, the comforter I was using caught fire. I didn't mean for it to happen, obviously. I was asleep after all. Mrs. Weasley wasn't mad. She told me that all children have bursts of accidental magic sometimes. Mr. Weasley told be about how Charlie gave a gnome wings once, and how Percy had blown up the armchair when he wasn't allowed to read past his bedtime when he was eight.
They called my Mum anyway. She wasn't mad at me but she brought me home, even though Luna stayed. I'm going to have to see a physiologist first thing in the morning. Mum apologized, said she should have brought me sooner. I don't want to go.